I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
since they “removed” my cancer...
The other night
I wanted to commit suicide...
In the darkness of night
Only movement the wind...
I wrote a
suicide note...
I am on the verge
of overdosing...
Mary stayed at home
John worked in the mill...
The thing about death is it's final
Often there's no time for one more good-bye...
Last night
I wanted to kill myself...
Amy,
My beautiful angel looking down upon me as I walk...
I want
To cut...
It'll just be small cut
And then it'll all be alright...
Why now?
Why this emptiness...